Volume 1: The Square Years:
1993 – 1997
Written by the Questioner
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Table of Contents
Author’s Note
A dedication to someone special (Original)
A dedication to someone special (Revised)
Love
Just For You
Phyllis Wheatley Peters
On Being Insane
Candy
Violence in America: Drive-By
A Ghetto Tale
A Walk Through the Forest
Un paseo a traves el bosque (Spanish translation of A Walk Through the Forest)
The Lover’s Death
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Author’s Note
the Questioner is the author’s chosen pseudonym for these self-published creative works. This book of poetry and short stories is published as Volume 1: The Square Years: 1993 - 1997 at Smashwords.com and at Lulu.com. This volume is the first released collection of a future anthology of poetry and short stories entitled: Balancing the Rift: ReCONNECTualizing the Pasenture.
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A dedication to someone special (Original)
Baby, I want you
Right next to my heart
If I just can’t, just can’t have you,
Then I will totally fall apart.
When I see you everyday,
Honey I know you look fine
I really want to be with you
and hold you all the damn time.
I need you in my life
I just can’t live without you
For all the things I do
I just wanna make love to you.
Maybe one day, I will make you my wife.
If I ask you for your love’n
and you tell me no
don’t worry baby, I’ll never let you go
I'll just keep a-buggin’
If I can’t have you
I’ll try, try, and try
and if you still don’t want me
I just might cry.
By and by
I want you more, I love whatcha do.
As I gaze into your eyes and peek at your gracious body,
I feel ashamed of myself so I run and hide.
I finally realized that I need you by my side,
But I look for you and you are gone.
I love your body
So that I wrote you this
Please don’t dismiss
Me ‘cause I can’t take the pain of knowing how both of us feel on the inside
So baby, Will you be mine, ‘cause that’s how I feel on the inside.
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A dedication to someone special (Revised)
Baby, I want you
Right next to my heart
If I just can’t, just can’t have you,
Then I will totally fall apart.
When I see you,
Honey I know you look fine
I really want to be with you
and hold you all the damn time
girl, you blow my mind.
I need you in my life
I just can’t live without you
For all the things I do
I just wanna make love to you.
Maybe one day, I will make you my wife.
If I ask you for your love’n
and you tell me no
don’t worry baby, I’ll never let you go
I’ll just keep a-buggin’
If I can’t have you
I’ll try, try, and try
and if you still don’t want me
I just might cry.
By and by
I want you more, I love whatcha do.
As I gaze into your beautiful green eyes and peek at your gracious body,
I feel ashamed of myself and go run and hide.
I finally realized that I need you by my side,
But I look for you and you are gone.
I can’t leave until I know that my feelings for you are known and done.
I love your body
So that I wrote you this
Please don’t dismiss
Me ‘cause I can’t take the pain of knowing how both of us feel on the inside
So baby, Will you be mine, ‘cause that’s how I feel on the inside.
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Love
What is love?
Is it something that you can
See, feel, or even taste?
What could love be, I ask myself?
Is it the way you feel about
Someone or something
Or is it something that you do
With other people on the weekends?
I believe love is the way
Your emotions are when
You are close to someone
That you care dearly about.
*Written on 13 December 1993 for my high school freshman English class
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Just For You
This poem is written just for you,
You ask who
Well, it happens to be you, my dear
[name deleted], you are special, one of a kind
so I had to snatch you up quickly and put you in my bind
I can’t ever get you out of my mind
I fear
I may never see you again,
But where there is a will,
There is a way and our way has begun.
I do things just for you and for your love.
I would fly higher than a dove,
if I could just see you again and be with you for one day
And I don’t even like heights or flying at all.
One day, we both will stand tall
Together and be happy once again.
Once again, this poem is just for you
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Phyllis Wheatley Peters
Phyllis Wheatley Peters
A poet and an abolitionist
As a young child kidnapped from
Africa, her homeland,
Taken to Boston
Sold at a slave auction
wrote poetry at the age of 14
glad that she was brought to America
She was glad to be a Christian
Married John Peters
He was a grocer
They had 3 children
She was never really a healthy woman
She died on December 5
She died at an early age
She died when she was only
31 years old
*10 May 1994
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On Being Insane
On being insane
like a window pane
I was strapped in a strait-jacket
They had to beat me down wit a tennis racket
I had dreams of the world
burning in flames forever
I used to be sane
before I went
to a psychiatrist, I was bent
out of shape
I was a cannibal with no tape
to tape my mouth shut
with fear of rape, I tape
my mouth shut
You see my world is made up
of cuts
and I now have a fever
So shut-up
You sane
*10 May 1994
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Candy
Candy, it rhymes with dandy
So sweet in my
mouth by and by
I suck on it
to get all the flavas out of it
You can say
I have a sweet tooth, but I don’t act that way
I love peppermints, candy bars,
and other kinds of candy
that I can eat
I love candy eats (beats)
Don’t take my candy
It keeps me high
up in the air by my thighs
Candy
*10 May 1994
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Violence in America: Drive-By
4:00 A.M. - The Streets of Compton, Los Angeles
Me and my homeys are in a hooptie
My homey, Rrethyn, is driving da stolen hooptie
Wit hydraulics and black-tinted windows.
We see some marc-bustas
I told Rrethyn to hit the lights
As the lights go off,
I tell my other partners
To roll down their windows
I have a 9-millimeter, semi-automatic handgun on my lap, a semi-automatic Mac-10, an automatic AK-47, and an automatic Uzi in my coat pockets
As Rrethyn slows the hooptie down
Jakral Movers, Sticlre, and Blunta pull their straps
Out of their coat pockets
We all put clips up in the gats
And add bullets with the bulletproof piercing to some of tha other heat
All of us have our fully loaded artillery on our laps now
With some of tha artillery on the leather-interior seats
Even Rrethyn has a 9-mm in his hand
Rrethyn slows the ride down
We stop in front of the marc-busters
Rrethyn and Blunta get out of the car quickly and quietly
I move over to the driver’s seat and begin
To move the car slowly
down the street
I put a brick on the gas pedal and da hoooptie keeps on rolling
I move back over to the passenger side
I tell my homeys running down da street to start
pulling ‘em triggers
As the bullets went flying, two of the eight marc-busters fell
*10 May 1994
[Author’s note: The names of the characters have been altered. The author does not condone or advocate drive-by shootings.]
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A Ghetto Tale
Once upon a Time, in the city of Castrulonia, there lived some very, very, very poor people. {The children were so poor that they had no clothes to wear, but their step-mothers were rich and had whatever they wanted.} There were two couples that lived in the same apartment with their evil step-mothers. There lived Frothyist Waltkin and her husband Eyers Coloral and also Circuittous Composture and her husband Homolast Heteroflasken.
The step-mothers, Cinden Rellicen and Sping Whittlerst Trystnrey, made all four of them work 24-7 365, thus they never had time to do anything fun. Their step-mothers ate up all of the food in their residence [what little there was] so that the husbands had to resort to shoplifting to get food to eat. If Eyers and Homolast ever got caught shoplifting, then their step-mothers would burn them alive and then bury them. So they knew that they had to be slick and live at the same time.
One day, a letter came from the Black House in Washington, D.C., it said that the step-mothers were invited to a ball. They were going to receive an award for being the evilest and meanest mothers in the whole universe. Of course, Cinden and Sping had to rub it in because they were invited to stay at the Black House for the rest of their lives. And their step-children would have to clean up their apartment and also the Black House everyday. It was their punishment for being born. If Eyers, Frothyist, Circuittous, and Homolast didn’t do what they were told to do, then they would be turned to stone when they looked at the evil and ugly Spankiosk Mudadlrusa, dead in her eyes.
Cinden and Sping decided to leave for D.C. immediately after their step-children finished packing their bags, packing the car, making reservations at the Black House, and licking their feet too. The step-children had to lick their step-mother’s feet everyday or that person would not be able to eat for three days. The children did as they were told, but then Cinden added a new chore for them to do.
She said, “I want all of you to wash my private parts with your tongues and then play with them.”
Sping said, “I want you to do the same to me and lick my toes clean, because they haven’t been washed good in over a year.”
After the children did as they were told, they had to drive the step-mothers all the way to Washington, D.C., nonstop. The trip took them about three weeks.
Three weeks later...
The two families arrive at the Black House where they are greeted by the butler. His name is Bofritc and the bell boy’s name is Bojjyic. Bojjyic offers to take the ladies’ bags up to their room, but they refuse.
They say, “Our children can take our bags up to our rooms on the very top floor for us. It’s only on the fiftieth floor, too bad there is no elevator for you little peasants.”
Cinden and Sping go inside of the house and follow Bofritc to the elevator.
The two of them get on the elevator and head up to their floor. They get off the elevator and find the nearest room.
Sping says, “Boy am I tired from riding the elevator and watching them drive. I’ve done too much work today, already. I need to go up to my room and go back to sleep. Sleeping for about three weeks straight is not good enough.”
Cinden says, “I agree with that, it’s very true. WE beauties need our beauty rest.” (THE IRONY IN THAT STATEMENT IS THAT BOTH OF THEM LOOK ALMOST AS BAD AS SPANKIOSK MUDADLRUSA. THEY THINK THAT THEY ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN THE UNIVERSE, BUT THEY ARE DEFINITELY WRONG.)
Sping and Cinden break into the nearest room and they jump on the same bed at the same time. Sping lands on top of Cinden, but, luckily, neither one of them is hurt, if by some magic. Of course, that magic would have to be evil magic. Meanwhile, outside, Eyers, Frothyist, Homolast, and Circuittous, begin to carry the luggage up the fifty floors. Each of them take about ten bags and walk inside the crib.
They ask, “Where are the steps at?”
Bojjyic answers them, “Follow the black brick road and you will come to them.”
Eyers says, “Follow me, I can take us there quickly, jump on my back when I turn into a magic carpet.”
It took about thirty seconds for the transformation to occur and then all three of them jump on his back.
He flies straight to the steps and then he says, “Get off my back, we’re at our destination.”
All three of them jump off at the same time. Eyers, Frothyist, Circuittous, and Homolast walk up the stairs rather quickly, for the luggage is getting a little heavy for them. It took them about 6 hours to make it up to their step-mothers’ room.
Cinden screams, “What took you peasants so long?!! You should have made it up here six hours ago!! What have you all been doing for all of this time?! You must be punished for doing what you all did! You must clean my arm pits and my feet, which haven’t been cleaned in over two weeks! They smell like funky, raw sewage!”
Sping adds, “Yall know that you must use your tongues when you do it. You four need to clean me, too. After yall clean us, you can go park the car somewheres.”
The children cleaned their step-mothers and then they took six hours to make it back down to the bottom floor.
Eyers said, “I will go outside and find a place to park our car, because it is late at night, right now. I don’t want you three to be hurt or anything like that.”
He walks to the door, opens it, and he looks outside. He is very astonished and surprised, somebody has taken every single piece of his car, even the out-of-state license plate. Eyers runs outside and tries to find a police officer. He finds none so he swears at one-time under his breath.
He says, “One-time is never around when you need them the most, but when you don’t need them they’re right there!!”
Instead of going up to tell his step-mother what has happened to his car, he decides to strangle himself to death. Frothyist, Circuittous, and Homolast hear him gagging and they run out to the street to see who it is dying. When Frothyist sees who it is, she falls down and then she faints. Circuittous picks up a piece of pipe and she beats the shit out of herself, Homolast does the same exact thing. A couple of minutes later, Frothyist awakens and she sees that her husband and that her two best friends have died. She begins to cry and then she thinks for a moment.
She says to herself, “I must kill my step-mother and Circuittous’ step-mother, they deserve to die and not us.”
Frothyist runs to the closest gun shop. She opens the door, walks in the store, and then she takes a Tech-9 that was on a rack. Frothyist runs out of the store as fast as she could. She runs to the Black House and she runs in through the front door.
She asks Bofritc, “Tell me where the fuckin’ elevator is or I will blow off your freaking head!!”
Bofritc runs with Frothyist to the elevator.
Bofritc pushes the “up button” and it flashes. The elevator opens and then Bofritc and Frothyist rush onto the elevator. Frothyist pushes the button for the fiftieth floor. It takes about fifty seconds for the elevator to make it up there. Frothyist blows Bofritc’s brains all over the elevator, because he was too slow. She runs towards her step-mother’s room and then she halts for a moment. Frothyist must think of a plan to kill them, but how, they are too evil.
She continues to run to their room. She knocks down the door and then she starts pumping bullets into their sheets. Frothyist hears no words from the step-mothers, did she kill them once and for all or are they too powerful for her? Cinden lifts her head up from under the sheets. Her lips are soaking wet with saliva running down them and Frothyist knows exactly what she has been doing. Sping pulls the sheets off of them and Frothyist can see that both of them are butt-naked. Cinden’s head was in Sping’s deep and tantalizing, drenched pussy until she took it out.
Cinden and Sping kiss and then all Hell breaks loose. Everything in the universe disappears except for the two evil step-mothers and Frothyist.
Frothyist screams in anger and frustration, “Make my day, human rubbage, I’m gonna blow you two away!!! Yall goin’ back to Hell, ya here!!”
Frothyist lifts her gun and points it at their eyes.
Sixteen million rounds of bullets later, we find Cinden and Sping in Hell and Frothyist is back in Castrulonia. After the two evil step-mothers were disposed of, Frothyist’s fairy god-brotha and fairy god-sista came down to grant her one wish. She wished that her husband and her friends could be alive again and that she would wake up in her apartment. She is in her same apartment, but she has her husband back and her friends. When she killed the two evil, mean, and ugly things, almost everybody was born again. They live happily ever after or do they?
*This short story was written sometime between 1993 and 1995.
[Author’s Note: I have made slight changes to the names of the characters and places since then. In addition, I’ve made some other slight grammatical changes. Even so I have tried to keep the original intent as much as possible through the revisions.]